Is this what having a wife feels like? Having someone living with you and taking care of you because it feels fucking amazing.

She didn't have to take care of me, she could have easily went back to her parents' house for the time being instead she stayed with me and cared for me messing with my heart.

She even worked from home for the past weeks so that she could stay with me. She didn't have to... it's not like we are a real couple.

She slept beside me me peacefully on her back, her hands spread fully on either side of her body, mouth parted with a line of drool trickling down the corner of her mouth making me smile at her cuteness.

Since I was wearing a full sleeves t shirt, I leaned down and wiped away the drool with my sleeves and gently closed her mouth.

I stayed in that position watching her sleep. She's beautiful. Inside and out.

And bending my head, I grazed her palm with my lips letting my lips linger there despite what my brain was telling me.

I pulled back eventually before she could wake up and find me in this position and I would have a hard time explaining this to her.

She pulled back her hand keeping it on her chest instead and groaned softly. "Elysian?"

"Yes?"

"What time is it?"

"Ten minutes to nine."

"It's Saturday, right?"

"Yes."

"Then don't dare to wake me up."

I chuckled. "Okay."

My body healed quickly except my rib which still pains a bit and the scar which I now have on my forehead.

She helped me take a bath everyday for a week untill I was fit enough to shower alone. I blushed remembering every time she bathe me and somehow made me a little less insecure about my body cause the way she stares at my body everytime I shed my clothes makes me feel things I have no business feeling.

Shaking my head to clear my mind, I stepped under the cold shower trying to cool down a certain part of me.

Having freshened up I went down to the kitchen to brew myself a cup of coffee and I had some cereals as well and by the time I was done washing the dishes, Farren walked down wearing nothing but my white t shirt that reached till her mid thighs.

The last plate which was in my hand almost slipped and I gulped audibly.

"I wanted to wear something comfortable and I found your t shirt in the closer so I am borrowing it for now. If you have any objections...you can kindly shut your mouth." She explained before I could ask.

Not knowing what to say I nodded and averted my gaze from her bare legs.

I washed my hands and wiping them I said trying to divert my attention, "I thought you wouldn't wake up until noon."

"I wasn't going too but I know you didn't have your medicine till now, did you?"

Oh shit. "Umm..." I smiled sheepishly. "I forgot."

"I knew it." And she handed me my medicines. "Get well fast, you have to take me to the beach then."

"No wonder why you are taking care of me so well." I teased her.

And rolling her eyes, she playfully shoved me on my arm. "Obviously. Why else would I look after you? I hate you, remember?"

Does she now?

She filled up a glass with water and handed it to me and I swallowed the medicines with the water.

"What would you like for breakfast?" I asked keeping back the empty glass.

She leaned against the counter making the t shirt to ride up even more and I lowered my eyes. "Hmm...what all is on the menu, chef?"

"Um... whatever you want..." I rubbed the back of my neck. Can't she wear something underneath?

"It's okay. You don't need to make anything...I'll have some cereals only."

"Okay..." I muttered and with my eyes still on the floor, I moved away from there and sat on the couch in the living room instead.

And she joined me a minute later with a bowl and a spoon in her hand and slumped down beside me and stretching her legs, placed them on the coffee table infront of the couch.

"You can go back to work from Monday. I'm okay now." I told her.

She munched on the cereals. "It's okay...I can wait for another week."

"No. I insist. I am much better now."

"You sure?"

I nodded with my eyes fixed on the coffee table.

"Okay. Then don't complain about it later. And not a single word against Zeke if you don't want me to skin you alive." She warned.

"No promises."

"You are evil."

"Thanks."

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"I am reminding you this for the last time." She spoke as we entered the penthouse elevator. "Don't pick up a fight with Zeke because between you two...I would always chose him."

I took a step closer to her making her take a step back until she was backed up against the wall and I placed both of my hands on the wall, trapping her in.

Her eyes widened as I leaned down and whispered, "I don't like it when someone flirts with my wife. Especially him."

She started to blink and averted her gaze from me and chuckled nervously. "Ha...you are funny..."

"I am fucking serious."

"And you say you don't curse." She was trying to change the subject.

My hand encircled her waist and I pulled her closer to me while my other hand was still resting on the wall and she placed both of her palms on my chest trying to keep some distance between us.

I whispered in her ear, "I don't care if our marriage is fake or not. As long as we are married, you are mine and only mine."

"You have gone insane." She chuckled nervously again. "You can't say such things..."

"And I am yours too." I added making her eyes widen even more. "Whether you like it or not."

My breath fanned her cheeks and her eyes flickered down to my lips making me tighten my hold around her waist.

I released her before I could do something disastrous and stepped back but not before taking her hand in mine and lifting it to my mouth, I pressed a gentle kiss on her knuckles just as the elevator dinged and the doors slid opened on the ground floor.

Without meeting me in the eyes, she hurried out of there and I walked behind her.

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What am I even doing? Am I high or something? Why did I tell her she is mine? And I am hers? I don't have any feelings for her then why would I do such a thing?

And now she wouldn't even look at me further messing up with my mind. Everytime I look at her she refuses to acknowledge me as if I don't fucking exist.

"Farren?"

She ignored me and continued typing on the computer.

"Farren?"

I slightly raised my voice. "Farren?"

And she pushed back her chair and got up and I got up to ready to follow her wherever she goes. Even to hell.

I followed her silently and halted when she walked inside the washrooms and waited for her outside.

She came back a few minutes later and was about to walk past me when I grabbed her forearm and pulled her closer. "Stop ignoring me, Farren."

"Leave me...we are in the middle of the office."

"Does it look like I care? Stop ignoring me."

"Fine! I am not ignoring you anymore, happy?"

"No!"

"Elysian, please, leave me. I am not feeling well."

My features softened. "What's wrong? Tell me."

She looked at me with so much vulnerability and innocence and exhaustion on her face that my grip around her arm loosened immediately. "I just want to be alone, please." She whispered and turning around left.

She wants to be alone? Fine. I will leave her alone. She doesn't seem to like my presence anymore. I doubt anyone does.

My jaw clenched on that thought and I forced myself to leave her alone for sometime and I went downstairs for a walk instead.

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By the time I came back, Farren wasn't in her seat and my eyes searched for her desperately. She better be safe.

I looked around and when I didn't see her, I checked the washroom too but she wasn't there either so I went back to her seat and my eyes fell on the windows looking inside that Zeke's office.

There she was with him, sitting on his lap, cuddling with him as he was stroking her hair and saying something to her.

What the actual fuck. She is cuddling with him. On his lap. HIS FREAKING LAP.

And she couldn't even tell me what's wrong with her. Do I not have any importance in her life? That thought made my heart burn.

I slammed opened the door to his office making her jump up in surprise but seeing the gloomy expression on her face, I kept my voice soft. "Farren. Come here."

"She's not well." Zeke spoke up. He really wants to get his face punched by me. "She started with her periods, dude. Give her a damn break."

Periods? As in menstrual cycle? Oh.

Oh.

My face blanked for a moment and then it flushed hard and not knowing what to say, I stepped back and closed the door.

I never had a girlfriend nor a sister so I have no idea what to do or even say to her. I have heard they have mood swings and cramps but I don't know how to cure that and I was being a jerk to her for the whole day, no wonder she is ignoring me.

Maybe Google will have some answers.

I sat down on my seat and opened my computer and opened Google on it.

So...um...what should I search exactly?

What to do with women on their menstrual cycle? I typed it on the search bar but I didn't press the search button cause it sounded weird.

And then I felt a presence behind me and I looked up to see a blonde woman whom I often see in the office smiling down at me. "Are you searching this for your girlfriend?"

I bit the inside of my cheeks. "My wife actually." I corrected.

She chuckled softly. "No need to search all this. Just give her some ice cream, chocolates and flowers and she will be happy."

Ice cream? I can do that.

I gave her a small smile and nodded. "Thank you."

"It's alright. She's lucky to have a husband like you." And smiling she went away.

She's lucky to have me? I doubt that.

Anyway, I have to buy some ice cream, chocolates and flowers. Okay.

Fifteen minutes later, I placed a large cup of strawberry sundae and a variety of chocolates on her desk along with a bouquet of white and pink roses.

And taking a sticky note, I wrote on it.

I'm sorry.

~Elysian

And I sticked it on her monitor. But how will I bring her out?

I found that woman sitting nearby and I walked up to her. "Excuse me?"

"Yes?" She faced me.

"Can you do me a small favour? Can you just call my wife from the office and tell her that you have some work?"

And I gestured to Farren's desk trying to explain to her what I was doing and she chuckled. "Okay, sure. I would love to."

And I watched as she got up and went inside Zeke's office and I walked away to a distance so that Farren can't see her and watched as that lady brought Farren out and lead her out to her desk after which she left leaving Farren confused.

But her confused expression vanished soon as she saw her desk and picked up the sticky note from the monitor and read it and for the first time since morning, a beautiful smile formed on her face as she sat down on her seat and picked up the ice cream and took a bite from it, the smile never leaving her face.

And that burning sensation returned to my heart as if I was missing something. As if something was wrong.

As if I should always be the reason for her smile.